Just before dawn he checked he was alone, entered the garage and pulled the door down. The welcome silence was prescient - a smell of stagnant heat, and day-to-day stuff that seemed the sum of his existence. This hale fellow, well met, suffered two careers, two marriages, all pointless, lies and pretense. Trying to be what others expect and in so doing lost all track of himself. From outside the garage doors a gentle thrumming could be heard.